Actually, besides the cannon, there was something else, too.
For example, his height.
Fujimaru Ritsuka chose to remain silent.
Napoleon was said to be rather sensitive about that sort of thing, so it was best not to mention it.
"Oh, right. There's something else I wanted to ask you."
Napoleon put aside his urge to show off, his expression turning serious again.
"What do you think of those emissaries?"
"What do we think? If you mean intellectually, they seemed rather like robots."
"Especially the way they spoke."
Fujimaru Ritsuka recalled the details of their brief clash with the emissaries.
"According to them, they really were mass-produced. Mass-produced for something like two thousand years."
"So, if there are mass-produced ones, does that mean..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka had a bad feeling about this, and he more or less understood why Napoleon had brought up the subject.
"Yes. There are more powerful [prototype units]."
Napoleon nodded, confirming Fujimaru Ritsuka's suspicion.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's brow immediately furrowed.
There were...
Many enemies in this Lostbelt.
And they were strong.
The Lostbelt King, Scathach-Skadi, Mother of Scandinavia, was a genuine goddess.
Not dead—a living goddess.
They did not know which Crypter was lurking in the shadows, but Chaldea had already experienced the power of the Servant he had sent out: Sigurd.
And they did not know where the other people Chaldea had encountered were, either. Koyanskaya, Jefferson Hyde, Kirei Kotomine. They needed to remain on guard against all three at any time.
And now they were being told that enemies such as Valkyrie prototype units existed as well.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Mash, then at Norla and Napoleon.
It wasn't enough.
Even if Mash's exoskeleton were installed, fighting enemies like these would be difficult.
Fujimaru Ritsuka had commanded more than one battle where the weak overcame the strong,